Okay, so who watched the VMA's? Jensen and I did!

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BPOV

I stretched my arms as the movies end credits played, and arched my neck to kiss Carlisle.

"Ready for bed?" I asked suggestively, grinning. I saw Emmett and Edward flinch, and I immediately blushed. I couldn't believe I had said that in front of his sons. But Carlisle wasn't fazed, he simply nudged me off the couch and stood up along with me.

"Sure. Night, guys." He said, hooking his arm around my neck and kissing me fiercely on the lips.

"Night." They chorused, averting their eyes.

Carlisle and I headed upstairs, and my heart was pounding unbelievably fast. Why was I so nervous? I knew what was going to happen; we'd done this a thousand times before. It was probably the fact that his three children were currently in the house.

When we got into our room, Carlisle quietly closed the door behind us and walked over to me, smiling. Before I knew it, we were kissing passionately, and I knew that I had to stop it. I…I just couldn't do this tonight. I had no idea why, but I couldn't. Carlisle's kisses grew more and more demanding; and I knew that if I didn't stop things this very second, I would let it carry on too far and neither of us would be able to stop. I placed my hands on his chest; gently nudging him backwards. I placed a chaste kiss on his lips and rested my forehead on his shoulder.

"Just not tonight, okay?" I whispered, and he wrapped his arm around me, rubbing my back.

"Okay." He murmured, kissing the top of my head softly. "Do you mind telling me why?" He asked after moment.

I froze for a second, wondering why I wanted to stop. I loved Carlisle, I was definitely physically attracted to him, and our sex life was pretty damn fantastic, but…something was off. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that his three children were here, and they would most certainly hear us if we got too loud. Yes, that definitely had something to do with it. I doubted Emmett, Edward, and Alice, let alone Jasper and Rosalie, would want to hear their father and his 23 year old girlfriend having sex.

"Your kids are right down the hall." I finally mumbled. "Won't that be a little weird?"

"You do realize they're going to be with us all summer, right?" Carlisle laughed. "And eventually…"

"Yes, we're definitely going to get back to it eventually, but just not tonight. I'm not even sure if they like me, Carlisle. And if they hear us...ugh that would be so embarrassing!" He sighed and took my chin in his hand, forcing me to look up at him.

"Bella, I'm sure they'll warm up to you." He said calmly, his voice warm. "And if we aren't having sex tonight…I'm going to bed." I laughed and he kissed me sweetly before walking into the giant closet to get changed. I stood still, in the middle of the huge master bedroom, for a moment, twisting my tee shirt in my hands. Carlisle came out of the closet, wearing a pair of pajama bottoms and no shirt.

"I have a request." He said casually, coming over to me again.

"Hmm? What would that be?" I asked playfully, throwing my arms around his shoulders and resting my hands at the nape of his neck; playing with the blonde hair there.

"Well, since we're not having sex…" Carlisle swiftly unhooked my arms from around his neck and slipped his hands under my tee shirt, successfully pulling it over my head. "I request at you sleep-" He paused, hooking his fingers around the elastic of my cotton shorts "in this." Carlisle gently pulled down my shorts, leaving me in my white lace bra and matching panties.

Fighting my automatic instinct to cover my half-naked body, I placed my hands on my lips and raised my eyebrows.

"You're pretty demanding." I teased, and Carlisle laughed.

"I know." He said smugly, his eyes raking my body.

"Fine." I fake-grumbled, bouncing over to the bed. Carlisle followed me, walking over to his side of the giant king-sized bed.

Honestly, the first time I had slept in this bed, it had been intimidating. Everything about this entire house was like that; elaborately sophisticated and refined. But now, it was feeling more and more like home.

I climbed under the covers, rolling towards to middle of the bed. Carlisle joined me, his body forming around mine in a warm, protective type of embrace. He kissed the back of my neck and I pulled at his arms so that they were wrapped tight around me.

"Goodnight, Isabella." He whispered, his warm, sweet breath tickling my ear.

"Goodnight." I said softly, closing my eyes even though I wasn't very tired. I lay awake for several minutes, eventually opening my eyes. "Carlisle?" I murmured, tilting my head just a little so I could look at him. His eyes peeked open slightly.

"Hmm?" He asked groggily, nuzzling my neck.

"Why exactly did you and your wife get divorced?" I asked curiously. "I mean, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to…I just wanted to know."

"There's not much to tell." Carlisle mumbled. "Esme liked having a doctor as a husband- she just didn't like the long hours that came along with it. After a few years, it came to the point where we only saw in each other early in the morning, very late at night, or at social functions we attended together. Needless to say, towards the end, neither of us was very happy."

"Oh." I sighed. I wanted to hear more; I wanted a true explanation. It had always seemed there was a little more to that divorce than he let on. But he had had a long day, and I knew he was probably exhausted, even though I wasn't. "Okay, I'm sorry I woke you. Go back to sleep." I whispered, lying my head back down comfortably on the down pillow.

I continued to lay awake, staring up at the ceiling that was barely visible in the faint moonlight that streamed in the windows.

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Ta-da! Okay, I have to go to bed…I, like Carlisle, am very tired. Sweet dreams, twifans!

Xoxo- Melodyella aka Mellie.

P.S. Oh, and please review!